Tonight Mason used the toilet! I'm not kidding.
I'm not a very dilligent potty trainer. I'm lazy. I'm a germophobe (I loathe the idea of my little kiddies using public toilets). And I like keeping them babies as long as is prudent.
But at 18 months I start asking if they want to go on the toilet. I only ask once a day, at bedtime, after I take off a diaper, but before I put another one on. Mason usually says, "mmmmhmmm." (Yes.) I always let him sit on it but nothing has ever happened. Tonight I even walked away to grab a clean set of pajamas and had to run back in when I heard a tinkle-tinkle.
Woot-Woot! His reward? A piece of candy left over in his Easter basket and princess pull-ups (don't even ask).
But before I get ahead of myself. He's not really ready to do this for real. He never wakes up dry.
PHOTO NOTE: Picture of Mason with his daddy from this past weekend.
PS -- I planted about 30 verbena plants tonight. My neighbor gave them to me and they were looking quite dry and shriveled. (Guess she knew I was a sucker and would try to nurse them back to health.) I plopped some in the hanging baskets that are lagging behind the others then I also planted them as a border along the north side of my front porch. I even planted a few on top of the spring bulbs that are finished for the year. I'll post pictures if they snap out of it.